Threads - A Development in The Works
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Alex had woken up, stirred by the movements and tickling procures of the feline that rested atop him. The eye lids retracted, and let gazing eyes scan the being above him. Of course, it was Laura, and again she was stark naked, completely sprawled on top of him.
The human rolled his eyes at her with a smile and sat up carefully as not to wake her, to have possibly the most amazing stretch he might ever have had for some time. It was a work day, but something told him he wasn't needed. Not that he cared anyway.
After his stretch, his hand lay across Laura's cheek and stroked a lock of her red hair out of the way. It was such a lovely feeling to wake up with someone so innocent and peaceful, even if she did make him blush with the nakedness and all, but still she was a lovely kitty to have as company.
But as everyone knows, all good things have to end, no matter how big or small, no matter what time it happened. His hands began to shake, and he couldn't stop it. It wasn't cold...
Alex cringed, and everything seemed to seize up within him. Muscles clinging, bones staying rigid. He could barely move. In a desperate attempt he managed to escape the bed and blindly navigate his way to the en suit bathroom, scrabbling through the medicine cabinet in a desperate bid for his medicine.
In the fight he lost, and the canister fell to the floor. Letting out a groan of pain he wasn't able to bend down to catch it. It was agony to even move, let alone grab the blasted pill bottle. In which case he would have to fall to get it, so he did. Alex first tried to bend his knee's a little as to not hurt himself, which failed miserably. It got to the point where he desperately needed the drugs, breathing heavily and wincing with pain. His torso fell to the cold, tiled floor, and immediately grabbed around for the orange bottle, and then another problem...
His hands clamped round the bottle lid, but he couldn't open it.
"...Hmm..." He said to himself, and suddenly his vision went fuzzy. After blinking a few times he quickly struggled to open up the bottle. "C'mon... Please?" But then his eyes simply... stopped working. Everything got darker, had a large shadow and grainy. "...Great."
Simply all he could do was wait. Okay, well, he actually hated waiting, and in the end he smashed open the bottle, grabbing two pills to shove down his throat, and then he waited, sighing to himself, hoping someone would come soon as all power started to drain from him.
"So, you have the papers?"
"Maybe... You have the cash?"
Two men, dressed in un-marked tailored suits, sat at a small, green velvet poker table. Texas Hold 'em was set out, each to their own cards as they chatted idly.
It appeared they sat in a large warehouse, pretty much empty except for a few baron and decrepit boxes here and there.
"They'll be killed, you know."
"So what? We need to give our lads some work now then don't we?"
"The 'lads' won't be happy. Devoted to their country, yeah, but they're happy without work."
A card was played, and then the chips were thrown in.
"Well then, they're paid to do what I tell them, so they'll do it."
The man rolled his eyes at the comment and shook his head, playing a card. "Whatever. Question is, will the government let us?"
"Government would take it in open arms. Someone to do their dirty work? Fantastic."
"Hmm... Fair enough."
"The whole world has gone mad over not being able to conceive, and here we are playing cards..."
The bald man looked up from his cards, raising a brow under the low light. "What are you saying?"
The cards were thrown down, and the thinner male stood, throwing a cigarette into his lips. "Lets get to work."
"...Ow...Ow...OW. Fu-... Ow."
Large feline ears twitched, resonating for any signal of sound that might be heard. There it was again... Quickly the figure moved up the stairs, down the soft carpeted corridors, and then ducking left to a room, and all in complete silence.
"...Ow OH JESUS THAT ONE.... AUGH... Fucker..."
The ears peeped round a door within the room, twitching again, listening.
"Hmm... Pills... Peelz? Heh, Louis. Actually I could play some Left 4 Dead right about now..." Suddenly the speech stopped, and total silence. "Is someone there?"
The ear tips could easily be seen around the door. They ducked back, and quickly, the figure hid.
"If that's Kristin, I really need some help. I couldn't get my pills open and I didn't get them in ti--WELL HELLO..."
Alex's eyes widened as suddenly a form was in front of him, sitting on it's haunches, with it's slim, but fluffy ball ended tail tip flicking back and forth. He hadn't even seen her come in.
"...Kiki... Hello-"
"Are you hurt?"
"...Um, no, just I nee-"
"You were saying ow and cursing a lot."
"Oh that, yeah I was banging my head back against the bath tub because I was bor--... Um, Kiki."
Suddenly the feline had jumped to his side, pulling his head forward to, well, apparently inspect his head.
"Kiki I haven't hurt myself, I just need someone to pull me to bed."
The feline lay his head back to it's original post, and she sits back down on her rear, tail flicking back again as she tilted her head curiously at the human.
Alex just kept looking at her light blue eyes. He tried to lean forward, but could only simply lift his hand just a tad. "...Hm, Oh, er, could you call Kristin or Laura? I need some help into my beEEEAH..."
Suddenly the feline grabbed Alex's feet, and eventually hoisted him onto her back, and darted into the bedroom, placing him down on the bed to lean on it's head. "...Where am I?"
"In bed."
"I see..."
Kiki jumped up onto the bed and sat next to Alex, then lay over his lap, and raised her tail high up into the air. He oofed a little, not understanding what she was doing.
"I'm... R-ready.."
"...For?"
"Punishment."
"Punishment? You don't nee--Are you seriously asking me to spank you?"
The two sat in silence as Alex awaited the answer.
"Kiki, you don't need any punishment babe. We don't do that, and I certainly wont. Now gimme a hug."
His arms extended out to the feline, and her tail was pressed down by a stray hand, and then he leans forward, as much as he was capable of to keep from passing out. Kiki however looked dumbfounded. She didn't understand. Eventually Alex grabbed the feline, wrapping his arms just under her arms, but stopped. She was shivering.
"What's wrong?"
She didn't answer. Her ears were low, and she was still shivering, looking away from him.
"...Kiki, I wont hurt you. I can't. I'm not allowed t--"
Before he could finish, she jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Blinking, Alex slowly wrapped his arms round her, gently at first as she flinched, but then tightly in a warm embrace as she settled. "Kiki?"
"Thank you..." She said shakily.
"...We have a lot to discuss..."